After traveling several hundred miles, Lin Xuan stopped.
Up ahead was a cluster of volcanoes reaching high into the clouds, some of them still emitting smoke.
Feeling the temperature gradually rising in the air, Lin Xuan's gaze intensified, and he became cautious.
Through his Purple Spirit Eyes, he could clearly see many martial artists at the base of the volcano, some exuding powerful auras that made his heart palpitate.
"It seems the news is likely true," Zhao Xue said softly.
"Let's go and see!" Lin Xuan's steps quickened, and he hurried forward.
At the base of the volcano, the ground was cracked and unbearably hot, as if a giant furnace was roasting everything.
Many martial artists had arrived, with the Xing Family and Lie Family being the most dominant forces.
Each family took one side, eyeing each other warily.
There were also many independent martial artists loitering nearby, waiting for an opportunity.